So today, I told my kiddos, my students, that they were my retirement plan. While they sat in class laughing over our metaphors and similes assignment, I explained that was secretly writing down all of the funny and sweet things they said in class, and that one day I was going to write a book about them, and it would be a best-seller that would help supplement my income when I retired. Continue reading “My Retirement Plan”
For two days, I constantly repeated to the young boy, “Devin! Put away your Rubix cube and do your work!” Finally, in frustration, I took his cube and told him if he wanted it back. his father could pick it up for him after school. Continue reading “Devin and the Rubix Cube”
Every year our school has held a dance on Valentine’s Day for our students. The week of the gala, romances have always sprung up as the big day approaches, and every year, teachers on the sixth-grade team begin a “verbal” pool about how many breakups will occur and how many hearts will be broken before the school dance actually takes place. Continue reading “Romance –Middle School Style”
In April, my students and I began working on our poetry chapbooks. For one of the poems, we wrote a list poem. List poems have always been fun, for they can rhyme or not, and they can pretty much be about anything. Continue reading “A Teacher’s List: Things A Teacher Will Say in the Classroom”
Why is an ice cube so smart?
Since my life as a school teacher has usually kept me hopping, I have tried to remember to slow down and enjoy all the precious moments that make each day special. Today was one of those days that I want to remember because my students went out of their way to make my day something memorable. Continue reading “Birthday Surprises…even in May”
On most days, my blonde-haired, blue-eyed demon child sat in class while refusing to work once again. Of course as soon as I would turn my back, my “angelic” little monster would begin to taunt the other sixth grade students who were quietly and diligently doing their writing assignment. He made the typical clown faces to make the others laugh, or he would whisper to those around him because he would do anything possible to keep from writing….well that is until today. Continue reading “A Home Run”